The music fills the air soft and slow,
she feels the soft silk of her skirt caress her thighs as she moves, her feet arched in the high heels makes her legs look pretty, her soft curls fall around her shoulders swaying as she moves.
The muscles of his shoulders under her hands ripple as he moves with her, his hands secure on her hip as he swings her slightly his arms cradle her, she feel like liquid flowing with him as they dance.

Lost in his arms, flowing where he leads, she feels the music become a part of them and her body moves where he and the music want it to move.